Palas is gifted the wardrobe of a true Mymphomaniac, but something else is wrong too...

Palas found a gold light overtaking her, seeming like a very hefty quantity of the dust that the obnoxious clown had brought out of his bag earlier. She had to admit... even as an illusionist herself, she felt panicked. Thinking of all of those dancing, Mympho-like figures, each wearing the same mask... Was it possible her body was going to turn into a hulking, male, bodybuilder clown's?! There could be no worse fate!

As it turned out, she'd guessed wrong, but the truth wasn't much better.

Her black and purple silks, which had been carefully wrapped about her body, were now replaced with something you might see at an especially raunchy carnival. Where the dress had once covered her nearly completely, she now wore a gold, sequined bikini with white tassels hanging from the lower hem of the top, tickling her about the ribs, and from the sides of the bottom, brushing her hips. She could feel that the coverage was rather minimal on the back, due to the sharp, V shape of the garment. Gold bracelets adorned her wrists and ankles, while her feet went completely bare... the gold jewelry was like heresy to her, who knew that it was so valued by the church! The only spot of good luck was that her body was still her own and she still had her amulet. If Mympho was wondering why that part hadn't changed, he didn't let on to it.

She realized with some alarm that her namesake, the black socket with its peering red eye, would probably be visible due to her mask. Thankfully, Mympho kept quiet about that too... and it might look like part of a costume to anybody else. She wasn't overly disturbed by having her ivory skin and womanly curves showed off to the crowd, but if a dancing demon was found in this crowd of knights and faithful, she thought she might be lucky to escape in a gold bikini, rather than finding herself in chains and the stocks.

"Ha ha. Very funny," she complained, crossing her arms as she continued to walk beside the chipper jester. "You're just a pervert who finds the hardest to win girl in the crowd and then torments her with minor magics like this one, aren't you?"

"Tee hee! It's appealing to see you this way, but no, my goal really is to ensure that you enjoy yourself! You'll see in time!" Mympho announced, twirling on his toes before leaping to rejoin her in the march. "Say... Do you know why people are sexually repressed?"

"Because for a long time, the church taught everyone to be moralistic," the demon sighed, not appreciating the history lesson. This couldn't apply less to her... she had no love for the church or any of its teachings. She thought that the knight might be trying to play up knight-loving sentiment within her, but if he was, he was barking up the wrong tree... She hated the knights just as much as she hated the church.

"Ha ha! I guess that's part of it!" he admitted, bopping himself on one side of the head with his fist. "But the real reason is they aren't honest! Tell me... what's your name?"

As if Palas would ever tell the clown her name! She wasn't some rookie spy. "Palas Dark-Eye," she answered with a haughty frown. As he watched, her lips curled into a cursing snarl behind her mask. Why had she given her real, full name?! Was there any human with a name like Dark-Eye?!

"Teehehe! Well, Palas... I'll ask you another question!" he continued, seeming to grin wider behind his mask now as he danced faster. "How is sex for you? Normally?"

"Deeply unsatisfying," she responded, then clasped both hands over her mouth.

"And why?"

She found herself unable to stop her slender hands from opening up, away from the smiling mouth of that clown mask. "Because I do not find romance with a human appealing," she answered, fighting hard to keep the answer inside her lips but finding it spilling out all the same. She'd begun to break out in a cold sweat, which made her feel stifled despite the night air and the breezy lack of covering. "By the lord of all demons! This knight... he lured me into a trap! This is no less than an inquisition!" she was **** to admit to herself. She was about one bad answer from revealing, for certain, her real identity. If he asked what she did love... and she answered the demon lord... her career as a spy was over! Not just that, she'd lose her freedom as well, presumably!

The knight's grin expanded further. It was the grin of a knight who knows victory over a demon, a knight who has been tracking a suspicious sorceress for a long time. A knight who may have even sent an apprentice knight to stalk her, with the intention of that young man meeting her by coincidence and planting a certain idea in her mind. One who may have invented a clown persona to catch her off guard and lure her into the perfect trap, involving a restrictive magic item and throngs of knights that no illusion magic could allow her to escape. "Well, Miss Palas! What do you love, then?" Mympho questioned, tilting his head slightly with a jingle of his bells.

As the spy opened her trembling lips... even she was surprised by the answer that came out.